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Why?
Why do some men like guns so easily? women too. Why do terrible bombs fall so easily? drones too. Why does genocide appeal so easily? murder too. Why do my salted tears come so easily? my grief too. Will killers never know that the pain of others is theirs too?
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made…
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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the…
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Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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The Blue Tit
The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a…
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Lord, did they hurt you?
Lord, Was their pain in your heart as they told you, “Goodbye!” They didn’t want your way nor wrestle, with things you say. Lord, did they hurt you when they walked away? And the women you helped who followed their men, turning their backs on ways that restored dignity again. Lord, did they hurt you…
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Mother Earth
Her vital blood vessels, congested with synthetic carbons and an aortic aneurism of melting ice issuing and spilling over a splashed land. —————————— Her joints, arthritic and stiffened by politicians feasting on fine minerals. Muscles, fatigued by black, oil soaked economies, shunning the light. ———– Growth glands and physiology polluted by toxins derived from fertilisers,…
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A child of war
Scrabbling in the dirt, gripping her mud splattered space, facing the fury of human hatred, a child crying for a chance to be. ———————– Pulling herself up, handheld tight to the hideous sight, eyes blanketed and bleached a wretched one of warring men. ————————- Stooping to touch him, scrabbling in the ruins of love she…
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Indifference
Indifference. The sun was sinking below the sea, reddening the thundering waves, as they seek ever to wash away the ever encroaching, life taking — human indifference to its might. —- The orange tinted clouds breathed in the scent of salt and green rich trees that waved in the wind, and lifted the souls of…
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2019
Plastic polluted oceans tangling, wrapping wizened wild life in brackish brooks. Melting glaciers,, hectoring heat, fire fighting, deadly winds, bodies broken, whitened bones, whipped indifference buried in heaps. ——————– Brutal killings heavenly heroes, snatching or stealing, children of charity, running refugees, rife of rape, dearth of convictions, laughing leerers, wrecking whispers, tawdry tales and fascists…
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Separated
His heart broken by her careless words directed at his pain, as she left with their son emptying his pockets, ——————— and tearing his heart. He beats back the tears; and the loneliness of the silence, of their shared —————————– home pared of his peace. Mates pat him on the back where his son rode,…
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A Teenager
On through the desert on a donkey she rubbed her aching back and panted through the spasm in her stomach as the long ride and poor food, and a long laden pregnancy were stretching her system. ———————– He walked ahead of her and turned to check, she saw his smile and tried to return it…
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